A/N: Brief chapter before the next one. I've got another on deck, waiting to be betaed. No worries, everyone!
Two lines of men and women stood rigidly at what they believed to be attention some two odd weeks later.
"Well, you're a fine lot of maggots."
Gunnery Sergeant Craig Sims looked over the motley bunch of civilians trying to enlist as Marines, then at his newly promoted squad leader.
"Best of luck with them, Hernandez. You're gonna need it."
He shook his head, walked out of the bunkroom. Hernandez was yelling at the new recruits, trying to get them squared away properly for the third time. For some reason, none of them quite could stow their gear right. Sims had decided to take a look at the recruits, and regretted it. Now, he was on his way to meet with Colonel Tigh about some leave.
"Gunny!"
Sims whipped around, and saw his corpsman jogging to catch up to him.
"What's the news, Tommy?"
"Message from your girl, firstly," he said with a gasp.
"Thanks. What else you got?"
"Hadrian's after your ass with a hook on a pole for being offered a promotion instead of you. She's on the warpath."
"Gods, great. Anything else?"
"Not much. Are you on duty?"
"Two hours before I got police patrols."
"Which ship?"
"The old space park."
"Okay. See you there, Gunny. Try to duck Hadrian!"
The medic continued on his way, taking off down a fork in the corridor. Sims looked around, and sat down atop a small pile of crates. He opened the note.
Dear Craig,
I had a great time yesterday. Come by the flight deck, we can arrange something else.
Cally
Sims grinned. Wondering what she had in mind, he ambled down the corridors, nodding to himself. Despite hating cop duty- he was a Colonial Marine, not a police officer- he at least had something to look forwards to.
